Yesterday, while on a walking tour of the spice market in Old Delhi, I punched a guy who groped my ass on a crowded sidewalk. I only got him in the arm, but he dropped the package he was carrying and scurried away, which made me feel somewhat better.

Our tour guide, a motherly, middle-aged lady in a sari and bindee, nodded approvingly and said, “It’s a shame he moved so fast or you could have hit him right in his spot.”

I adore India. And I’ve never been so well-treated by complete strangers.
But there was this one guy,…

Walking in Old Delhi, and me in a modest salwaar kameez, a man coming towards me in the narrow lane grabbed my breast so hard as he passed me that I shrieked and it hurt so much I saw stars. Immediately, an older Muslim man with a long beard who had witnessed this ran after him, took off his shoe and started beating him. Another man nearby shouted “hit him for me, too!” Instant justice – just add shoe!

[...] you about being a woman traveling in India, I can say that I never felt like I was in any danger. The groping incident pissed me off, but it was not repeated in the two weeks I was there. I took the usual [...]

I would like to apologize for the despicable encounter you had in my country. Though I am aware that my apology would do nothing to undo this disgraceful act, I’d like to assure you that the type of people you encountered is actually a minuscule minority though they often tend to get more attention than they deserve, though not completely unwarranted, considering that such news would prompt authorities to get stricter with these miscreants.